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Most people, when they found out Julian’s affinity for birds, would often make a comment to Larc regarding his own name. Not knowing its origins or how it was spelled, they would make the assumption that it, too, was a bird-related name and believe that his father had named him ‘Lark’ on purpose … but Ruby, thankfully, did not make that assumption–or if she did, then she didn’t voice it–which saved him from having to explain what it really meant.
He sounds like a very nice man.
Larc only blinked once, slowly and definitively, in response to his father’s actions being praised, in response to his father being nice, to him being lucky …
He had never been called 'lucky’ before … at least, not in a serious connotation. Students at school would call him 'lucky’ as a sort of slang in regards to getting to meet certain 'celebrities’ or going to certain destinations or getting out of certain projects … but never had he been called 'lucky’ meaningfully. He hadn’t truly thought of himself as having any sort of luck at all.
Though, for a moment, this woman seemed distracted about something … not just her hawk, but … something else.
Perhaps she was still upset about being attacked. He supposed he could understand that. No doubt, her mind was likely wandering back to that moment, and perhaps trying to fill in the gaps.
Still, there was something about her–something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on–that seemed … pleasant.
Warm and pleasant.
The longer he was around her, the more … comfortable Larc felt.
How very odd.
When she suggested he ask the hawk about his preference, the witch turned his attention skyward and, just as he would address any other living thing, he asked, "Would you prefer to ride or fly?”
Everan made another pass and … gradually lowered himself to perch on the branch of a nearby tree … and stare at the two. There was something hesitant about the bird. It was almost as though he was saying … 'neither’ …
Larc’s brows furrowed slightly, markedly confused as he returned his attention to Ruby. It wasn’t that he was disturbed by the fact that a bird had seemed to understand him just fine … but moreso the manner in which Everan had replied to the question. Perhaps he knew something that they did not … after all, hawks had a keen sense for knowing things …
And then Ruby explained where she was from …
“Rosedale?” he echoed quietly. “Rosedale Park? The historic neighborhood outside Detroit?” It was the closest Rosedale he could think of, and the only Rosedale in Michigan and it was about an hour away, so the drive didn’t seem too unreasonable.
Still, something about the way Everan just sat on that branch rather than give a definitive answer, gave the impression that something wasn’t quite right with this situation.
Ruby watched as the boy voiced his question to Everan, and then kept an eye on Everan as he swooped down and landed on a tree nearby. She had to admit, his actions were confusing.. did he not want to go? Was there something there that he wanted?
Ruby may have been psychic, but it wasn’t a stone hard cold clear view. It was subtleties and small pictures, vibes, and feelings. There was a still a puzzle in everything to solve and experience. No one knew everything.
But she did know that Everan was trying to tell her something. He didn’t want to go. That she knew. Why was what she didn’t know.. but she trusted him.
Did he want to see the other birds? Was that why they felt the draw to come there?
“Rosedale?” he echoed quietly. “Rosedale Park? The historic neighborhood outside Detroit?”
“Um.. no, ah.. Rosedale, Maryland..?” she asked, tentatively, realizing the reality that she may just have been a bit further from their home than she had thought. Inwardly she whimpered.
“Um.. where exactly are we,. Larc, right?”
She glanced up to Everan, again, who was still sitting there on that limb. “You know,” she gave a tight laugh, switching her feet a little. “This may sound really strange, but .. I think there’s a reason why I’m here. I mean, I know how that sounds, and I swear I’m not a some weirdo person, but I .. sometimes I think called me here. Everan seems to be telling me to stay. Maybe..... I mean, maybe I could do a reading for you, or or your dad? See if there’s anything I see that might be why I ended up here?”
Gods, she probably sounded like a lunatic. This was just a boy, a child/teen. Should she even be discussing this with him? Maybe she should talk to his dad. It’s just the odd thing was, she never really saw a difference between age and the people’s souls. Perhaps that was a bit of the child like innocence in her as well, she never felt different from mingling with younger people than her self.
